#mcr breakup

[21st-c3ntury-m3ntal-br3akdown]

GUYS ITS FUCKING MARCH 22

[jordy-nn]

mcr breakup is now old enough to have a tumblr account

[garlicbreadmustdie]

TODAY'S MARCH 22 </3

lowkey in a different country rn but happy mcr breakup 🫩🫩

also ive decided its bullets appreciation day so im wearing my swag bullets shirt

go be awake and unafraid

love you all !!

garlic

[blood-injections]

I just realized this year will have the ten year anniversary of the breakup . What if. Hear me out. What if they put out new music on the anniversary of the breakup 😭 because let’s be honest they’re the kind of guys to pull that shit

[violent-things-mp3]

happy mcr breakup anniversary remember when they pranked us all by announcing a reunion and then doing jack shit

[stuntghoul]

It's been TEN!! BITTER!! YEARS!! since I've been seeing your face! around!! here!!! *incoherent high-pitched screeching*

[fearandregret]

if you want to cry today listen to skylines (demo), desert song, disenchanted (demo), fake your death, and foundations; back to back

[autoluminesce]

A fresh start (mcr breakup anniversary post)

(completely ok to reblog btw)

March 22nd, 2023.

Everyone’s moving out. Of my neighborhood, that is.

I’ve struggled with change ever since I was born. That everything would stay the same- same house, same schools, that I would never leave my hometown. It used to comfort me, but now it concerns me. I need to leave to grow, I think. It doesn’t make the pain of seeing others leave any better, though.

More changes have been happening in recent months. Not only have I counted 7 houses put up for sale, but I’ve also come out. The big one, perhaps, is my decision to go to college out of state, and then return later on. The desire to leave is not something that I knew I had when I was starting out. It festered inside of me, and grew until I had no choice but to obey. Nobody starts anything wanting to end it- a marriage, a friendship, a career, a life. A band. An idea.

I first discovered My Chemical Romance when I was 12. It’s been quite the ride. From playing Kiss The Ring for my 6th grade homeroom, to lighting up an amphitheater during Desert Song at my show on September 18th, they’ve been a huge part of it all. They gotten me through brain inflammation, COVID, psychogenic delirium, and more. They’ve become a core part of my life, in a way I would have never expected.

Their return has been so, so joyous. It’s taken them off of the pedestal and reminded us that yes, My Chemical Romance is a band made of 4 people. Just people. They’re telling stories, just like always, but this time they don’t have to be larger than life to communicate a story. They don’t have to be the idea. They don’t have to be the heroes. It’s enough for them to live and do what they love. Nobody has to die for it.

I thought, for the longest time, that I would have to die to tell my story. Or at the very least, become more than human. I would have to become a saint if I were worthy of recognition. The return tour has shown me that I don’t have to do that. I can just exist. Living to tell the tale now seems more preferable than the press coverage of martyrdom.

My Chemical Romance had to end. We’ll never know the exact reason why. And that’s okay. It’s more important that the rebirth has breathed new life into each of us again, just as it did for the band.

I hope I get to go to college in New York, just like I’m planning. I hope I get to come home and receive as warm a welcome as MCR did on May 16th, 2022. I hope MCR get to live to tell the tale. I hope they know what they did for all of us. I hope that we’re in this together for many, many more years.

I hope that one day, when it’s all over, we’ll be able to take one final look back and say, “This was so good. Oh my god, this was so good.”

With all my dreams,

Joan Sebastien